Chapter 27: Part 2
“And who is this young man, husband? I was not aware we were expecting company . . .”
“Cami, his name is Enoch.” Camphire looked quickly at her son at the other side of the room. Then to the man she had never met called Enoch before bringing her attention back to her husband’s words. “Apparently after I left my parents they had another son, Seth, and this is my brother’s great, great, great grandson.” Camphire now stared in awe at Dedicated, again looked briefly at her own son, and then back again.
“Welcome to our home great, great, great grand-nephew of my husband.” After making this statement she found herself without further words.
“Thank you.” Enoch replied. “Did I hear Cain right that he called you ‘Cami’?”
“Short for Camphire” replied Cain. “As beautiful a flower as any I could ask. You say my father recently died?” Camphire sat, her gaze still on Enoch with some ammount of disbelief as the conversation continued.
“Yes. It is the first time we have been aware that such a thing could happen without it being caused from outside of ourselves.” Enoch stopped speaking quickly and stared at Cain, not knowing if he had offended his host.
Cain replied, “Yes, in this land death is fairly common when a body becomes old. How it is that I have maintained my own vitality when my family have aged around me as you see, is a mystery to us all. Though she would seem a bit older than I, however, clearly my wife has only become more beautiful since the day we met.”
Camphire smiled up at her husband, “Although I fear I’m currently about as moldy as a plucked tomato left in a bowl in the shade for a month unattended, I appreciate that the love of my husband has diminished no more than his body has over the last several hundred years. But, what brings you to the city of Dedicated young,” and here for a moment she paused as she felt momentarily the dizzying effect of the word, “. . . Dedicated?”
“As I was telling your husband just before you entered, it has become my practice, as a means by which I can feel better connected to What Created Existence, to follow my feet wherever they may take me. So I have found myself here.”
Camphire, still a bit woozy from the wealth of Dedicated in her presence smiled up at her guest, “Well, Nephew, whatever the case, we will be honored to have you stay with us for as long as you like. Enoch, my son, please prepare a bed for your cousin; I’m sure he’s weary from his journey, and would like to rest a bit before we begin exchanging hundreds of years worth of stories.”
And so Enoch prepared a place for Enoch to stay for the time he would spend residing in the city.
. . .
Upon entering the encampment of the angels, Childreth, Kakarnan, Randolfy, and Lemisslept were met with smiles, hugs, and their brethren coming out of tents all around to meet those of their own service whom they had not seen for quite some time.
Darwith spoke when all of their encampment had been assembled, “Greetings sisters! Greetings brothers! I see Gendlebleth has returned absent Taolith, what news of how you have come to bless us with your familiarity?”
So spoke Randolfy, “Our good pleasure to meet sister Taolith and brother Gendlebleth along our path to Enoch as we were watching over the path of Enoch son of Jared, son of Mahalalel, son of Kenan, son of Enosh, son of Seth, son of Adam.”
So spoke Antagnous, “Then you have been made aware by Gendlebleth that Cain’s son named both his own son, and the city he came to found, likewise, Dedicated?”
Responded Gendlebleth, “Indeed I have made them aware. I also made them aware of Lamech’s exclamation when he murdered that wanderer into Enoch several years back. I told them of how he is still in deep mourning, even to this day, and about how his wives care for him, and Cain frequently invites him to make productive use of his time as he pays the internal penance of reconciling the fact that he ended a part of his self that was destined to find its own way into infinite re-incorporation otherwise, had he not so suddenly ended the expression of the separateness of himself creating discorporation of its own individuated state of being before it had naturally occurred to organic circumstance that such was the proper transformation of the elements of said young man.”
“Yes,” responded Handoroth, “it is a shame that Lamech was too drunk that night to be able to consciously mitigate his internal impulse of confusion and frustration of pain to stop himself from solidifying that impulse of pain within, apparently to some degree permanently, so long as he embodies differentiation from That Which Created Us All.”
“Aside from the tales of Cain’s children,” continued Gendlebleth, “of which I was thorough in my account, I did hint at, without describing, the wonder that is our common daughter, though blood directly of Antagnous and Lousitous.”
“Then it would seem proper I introduce my own talents without stories of what has been perceived directly by others.” A smile hung from cherry-red lips that poked through the edges of the crowd surrounding Kakarnan, Lemisslept, Childreth, and Randolfy. Then, suddenly, a great brightness filled the air surrounding them. Looking up, a great deal of fire hung in the sky not thirty feet above their heads. Taking a step back, they all could see a gigantic bird made of flame slowly lowering itself toward them, and then all moved out of the way accordingly. The gigantic flaming bird landed upon the ground in the center of the beings surrounding her, and she issued a deafening screech as her head moved from side to side. Then, shortly after landing, she disappeared, leaving not so much as a scorched piece of ash behind where she had stood just moments before.
Stepping forward, her hood around her ruddy neck and smile continuing on her lips spoke Casarta, “I have grown since last I have seen you my family, and I have learned some new tricks.”
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